Shifted Fate: From Slave To Wolf Queen
Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion.
However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her.
He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave.
My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides.
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βYes please.β She begs.
βThen fucking let me in.β I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy.
It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric.
But I never claimed to be saint.
βHere that baby, thatβs the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.β
βLazarus.β She moans painfully, βPlease let me come.β
Iβm doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. Iβm definitely hurting her, βWanna come?β I rasped, βNot until I say so.β
Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks.
βFuck yes.β I smile sadistically, licking her tears. βCry for me Ma Cherie.β
βPlease, please let me come My King.β She pleads.
βSay it again.β Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, βMy King, please let me come. Iβll be good.β
I chuckled, βTry your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.β